Post Trinity. McKay seems almost surprised at the depths of Elizabeth's and John's anger over their disappointment in his actions.
Tiny excerpts from Trinity- Credit to Damian Kindler.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't make any money from my "borrowing" of these beloved characters.
John winced when the transport door opened, the sounds of Elizabeth's screaming voice brought his exiting footsteps to a sudden stall. He grudgingly gave McKay credit for that at least, he'd started running as soon as the jumper touched down to personally issue his apology to Elizabeth. Looks like he'd made good time.
His lips pressed tightly together as he considered his options. Elizabeth was clearly busy, now obviously was not a good time for John to scope out how much of her anger she held in reserves waiting to be deployed against him. He considered heading for the mess hall, figuring he'd better eat while McKay still solely enjoyed the focus of her anger. Mostly well deserved anger. John would not soon forget his role, Elizabeth's surprise at his endorsement of McKay's plan. He could still hear the chilly tone of her voice: "He really sold you, didn't he?" He'd seen the pain in her eyes.
Elizabeth's screaming voice was almost unintelligible from his distance. Then he clearly heard: "Putting your life and other people's lives at risk. You destroyed three quarters of a solar system!" John wheeled around and began moving again, plotting ways to delay his turn for her wrath for as long as possible.
After a quick stop by the mess hall and brief meeting with Lorne, John was heading back towards his quarters, dread growing with every step he took. The weight of her disappointment was weighing heavier upon his shoulders each moment he avoided facing Elizabeth.
Several crew members stopped him along the way to tell him McKay was looking for him. He wasn't surprised, John had turned off his radio long ago. He now boasted a field walkie talkie that only Lorne could reach him on in case of a true emergency. Realizing his quarters was not an appropriate shelter for a hide out, he diverted his path leading him directly into McKay.
John turned sharply on his heel and headed for the nearest transport. He cursed silently as McKay followed, wondering why the man couldn't take the hint. McKay began to prattle away, but John could hardly focus on his words. McKay would never totally understand why they were so angry. And John could hardly explain that Elizabeth's anger now had little to do with him. McKay might even be a little disappointed if he could wrap his apologetic egotistical head around the concept.
"I would hate to think that recent events might have permanently dimmed your faith in my abilities, or your trust. At the very least, I hope I can earn that back." McKay's voice punctured through John's thoughts.
He realized McKay had stopped talking and was looking at him expectantly. "That may take a while Rodney."
When the door to the transport had safely closed behind him he sighed heavily. "And that depends on how long it takes her to forgive me."
When the transport door opened again, two small hands struck his chest and shoved him back inside. John didn't say a word as Elizabeth closed the door and the transport began to move. Damn McKay! He'd be on the other side of the city by now if McKay hadn't been such a baby about tracking him down.
Elizabeth stood in front of him, her eyes firmly blazing into his own. While he'd expected her anger, expected her screaming, he wasn't prepared for this silence. Her anger extended over him like a field, locking him firmly in place. The intensity bristling from her eyes felt as though it was burning his skin. Every nerve in his body was fighting in response to the sudden heat, but John found himself powerless to even wipe the sweat that had broken out on his forehead.
She turned when the transport door opened and began briskly walking down the corridor. There was no question he was expected to follow. The crew members in the hall gave them wide clearance when they spotted Elizabeth. Her feet pounded so loudly, the crew had their backs to the wall and were now giving the pair their full attention. Elizabeth was heading straight for her quarters, apparently oblivious to the rumors that had grown rampant in recent weeks. Or just mad enough to no longer give a damn John considered watching her rigid stride. He gritted his teeth and pressed forward his thoughts filled with various techniques for killing McKay.
Elizabeth strode into her quarters, through the room, and out onto the balcony. She had never looked back, not even once since leaving the transport. He realized that McKay had not borne the brunt of her anger, the worst was obviously still to come.
John paused inside the doorway, before turning back to see every head in the hall still staring wide eyed their way. His eyes narrowed and he moved back into the hallway, turning to glare at each and every one of the staring crew members. Their footsteps couldn't scatter fast enough. John's head was still shaking back and forth as he moved into her room, firmly locking the door behind him.
TBC………………..